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Taylor.
     
    Maybe there are some things to this girl lurking underneath that carefully crafted image of hers."
     
                  Larsen shot back, "And maybe there is no secret club like the one Mrs. Taylor told us about. It could have been a group of girls who made some silly high school promises, period."
     
                  "Yeah, but if it isn't the end of it, we have a new wrinkle on this case. I know one thing for sure now.”
     
                  "What's that Gallagher?"
     
                  "You need to forget about being an adult for awhile and go back to prep school. If there is a secret club for girls we may just find the elusive Miss Taylor."
     
                  “You want me to go undercover, as a teenager?”
     
                  Gallagher laughed, “It’s not what I want, it’s the chief’s call on this one.”
     
                  “I’m a profiler, not an actress.”
     
                  “Even Julia Roberts had to start somewhere.”
     
                  “Oh my god,” sighed Elie.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four- the Colony
     
                  Prep schools are the backbone of the upper end of a society.  They ensure that the wealthy families can continue to flourish in a system that calls itself capitalistic but is, in reality, more of a socialist state. 
     
    It is an elite few who truly govern the masses, even in America. It has economically been that way for over two hundred years and it was inevitable that the so-called middle class would eventually collapse and relinquish the remaining power to the upper echelon which gladly accepted it. 
     
    The system which carries on the ongoing success of this echelon is education and breeding.  The heart and soul of private education is the prep school.
     
    It was here that Allison Taylor was nurtured and primed for her future. Like her well-off counterparts, she knew that the society in which she lived would be hers to shape and sculpture for years to come.
     
                  The Colony was such a school. 
     
    Like most all-girls schools in the South, it was steeped in tradition. The outer walls were red brick and ivy of course, but the philosophy inside was even more  protective. 
     
    The old world and ways of the elite were programmed into the students like a pounding bass drum.
     
    They had a responsibility to maintain the status quo and to stand united against any less fortunate interloper who tried to grasp even a semblance of economic power.
     
    They were noble and they were ruthless. The system was replenished with each graduating class. It was a machine that never failed since the beginning of our Republic.
     
                  Students were as far removed from the unfortunate and ugly side of the world as they could possibly be. 
     
    Sheltered and protected, the high school students had imposing iron gates to ward off any unpleasantness. These fences succeeded not only in keeping the unwelcome ones out but in trapping the ones inside as well. 
     
    It is a social tragedy that young people have to be exposed only to their kind. It is the subtlest form of bigotry. 
     
    Good looking kids who have everything in life but lack a sense of reality. 
     
    The world outside their walls is not theirs, it belongs to their ancestors and to their heirs. They would capture its materialism and technology, but they would never understand its soul.
     
                  It was in this privileged setting that a red sedan wound its way through the curving trees and arrived at the front of the school. 
     
    Out stepped a young woman looking nothing like her real identity as an FBI profiler. She was well-dressed like many of the others who attended there. She was accompanied by an older